On the way back to Lishan Manor, Si Yiyan had a clear and elegant smile on his lips, and his eyes revealed genuine joy. Such a good mood made Wen Xinya feel very strange! She always felt that his good mood was directed at her.
However, Wen Xinya felt lazy and had no energy, so she didn't ask him and just fell asleep in the car in a daze.
Si Yiyan tilted his head to see her sleeping soundly, parked the car on the side of the road, carefully adjusted her position to make it more comfortable, took off his coat and gently put it on her, turned up the air conditioner in the car a little, and then continued driving.
Wen Xinya slept soundly, and when she woke up she found herself lying on a large carved agarwood bed. The faint, elegant fragrance surrounded her whole body, and she almost thought she was lying on the agarwood bed in the Mo family's boudoir.
She sat up from the bed, stretched, then got out of bed. She looked at the time and saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. She had actually slept for an hour and a half.
Wen Xinya left the room and didn't find Si Yiyan in the house, so she went to his study.
The door of the study was ajar. Wen Xinya quietly pushed it open and walked in. She saw Si Yiyan standing in front of the desk, painting. She walked over quietly, with light footsteps.
Si Yiyan raised his eyes to look at her and said, "Awake, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah! Very good!" After being discovered, Wen Xinya simply walked over and stood beside him, looking around and asking, "What are you drawing?"
Si Yiyan changed to a fine brush, dipped it in vermilion paint, and gave her a meaningful look.
Wen Xinya felt uneasy when he looked at her. She lowered her head and saw a bunch of roses painted on a long piece of rice paper. The roses were in full bloom on the branches, with lush leaves and enchanting flowers. It was stunningly beautiful.
She suddenly felt that this picture of roses looked so familiar!
She looked carefully and realized that it didn't look familiar at all. It was clearly the picture she had drawn in class before!
Her face suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help but think of the dream that night again. She was like a rose branch, climbing and entwining into various shapes, blooming enchantingly, gracefully and charmingly, with silk stamens exuding charm.
Even the paintings before my eyes transformed into pictures of men and women entangled in romantic and gorgeous scenes.
Oh, how did Si Yiyan see this painting? Thinking of this, she came to her senses: "You...how do you know this painting?"
"Hundreds of feet long rose branches are winding around to form a bridal chamber. The green curtains are covered with honey leaves, and the red brocade is spread with rich flowers." Si Yiyan smiled softly and took away a piece of rice paper beside the desk. The rose picture she had drawn herself appeared in front of her. What was even more embarrassing was that there were also poems written by her on it!
Si Yiyan's voice seemed to be stained with ink, with a lingering and decadent tone. He chewed on the poem with long and heavy words. It was as tempting as a magic, as alluring as a charm, beautiful, extreme, and decadent.
Her face seemed to be flushed, and she suddenly thought of the piece of paper that fell out of the folder at Lanxin Cosmetics Company. It seemed that Si Yiyan got this painting at that time.
Si Yiyan is so smart and has a romantic nature, how could he not understand the meaning of this painting
The whole painting has been completed. Si Yiyan picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the previous poem next to it.
She felt ashamed and subconsciously reached out to grab the pen from his hand to prevent him from continuing to write, but she was still a step too slow!
After finishing the painting and calligraphy, Si Yiyan put the painting aside.
Wen Xinya subconsciously wanted to grab it!
As soon as she took a step, she felt dizzy. Wen Xinya's back was against the edge of the desk, and Si Yiyan lowered his head to rest his forehead against hers. Their lips were pressed against each other as they breathed, and their soft tongues brought a hint of sweetness. Their chests were pressed tightly against each other, as if they were panicking because of the closeness. There was a strong scent of ink on her fingertips, which reminded her of the roses that were just intertwined in the painting. Her breathing gradually became heavier.
"How about you consider that painting as a gift for me?" Si Yiyan's lips pressed against hers, and his lips touched hers while he spoke. There was a subtle, tiny friction that made the eyes of both of them darker.
Wen Xinya listened to his voice, which was deep and yet contained a hint of beauty and pleading. She suddenly remembered that she had never given anything to Si Yiyan, and for a moment she was unable to say no.
"If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent." Si Yiyan did not give her the chance to refuse and slammed the table to make the decision.
Wen Xinya nodded subconsciously.
"Ah!" Wen Xinya felt her body lighten, and she was carried to the desk by Si Yiyan. Her arm accidentally knocked over the pen holder next to her, and the brushes, dyes, eyebrows, willow twigs, and opening papers fell to the ground immediately.
The noise inside startled the servants outside, and soon there was a knock on the door.
Si Yiyan said in a cold voice: "It's okay, go down!"
Wen Xinya wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but Si Yiyan's body instantly fell down, and his lips also fell down with him. The pen on the desk continued to roll on the ground.
The delicate and lingering kiss, with its tossing and turning, was mixed with strong lust. Wen Xinya was aroused by the kiss, but she was aware that she was still clearly feeling the beauty of the kiss.
In a trance, she saw Si Yiyan's light gray coat, pressing down the delicate embroidery on her long skirt. The satin skirt was slightly wrinkled like petals with clear textures, blurring and blooming.
Her lips were sweet, soft, delicate and tender, making him unable to stop. As he kissed her lips gently, his eyes were filled with the joy of intimacy between the two of them.
His kiss was not sweet. Wen Xinya whispered, "Your mother often told you stories from Buddhist scriptures. I wonder if she ever told you that when the Buddha Shakyamuni was a human, he realized the truth under a bodhi tree. The demon king, Mara, was afraid that he would really become a Buddha, so he sent three women to seduce him. These three women represented pleasure, greed, and love, respectively. Later, Shakyamuni saw through them and transformed them into their true selves."
Si Yiyan kissed her intermittently and asked vaguely, "What are the true identities of those three women?"
"Bones! All desires are just a pile of bones without flesh and blood." Wen Xinya couldn't help but laugh softly, a little charmingly, with a smug look between her brows, and her ankle bones were gently trembling in a charming and graceful arc.
Si Yiyan's kiss suddenly paused, and he hugged her tightly in his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist: "Xinya..."
Wen Xinya suddenly stretched out a finger and put it on his lips: "Don't say sorry, I know you won't hurt me."
Si Yiyan buried his head deep in the crook of her neck, took a deep breath of the light and elegant fragrance from her body, and left a string of tiny kisses on her ears and neck.
Wen Xinya felt that the places where he kissed seemed to be blooming with small and beautiful flowers, delicate, beautiful and graceful.
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